traveler
dear traveler,
if you find yourself wandering the empty streets on sunday morning, towards the backyard of a church, in the belches of a city you dislike heavily at the moment for its noise and loud cars, i am not sure
if i have any consolation for you
but i hope the puffy pink kernels of the cherry blossoms and the tips of the hopeful daffodils peeking through the light
are enough,
and you will find it in you to smile at one more person,
with no good reason